Part 6
The following morning Cayla was getting a lot of strange looks from the students she passed by. She didn't understand it. It wasn't like she had done anything wrong. Hell, if anything *she* was the victim here. It wasn't fair that her soulmate wasn't even giving her a chance.
Most of her morning classes Astara Blackthorn's bitchy friends were whispering about her, some even outrageous enough to actually sneer and point at her. The Night People seemed to think it was *funny* that she should suffer like this.
She didn't see Shania until lunch. "Have you thought about our conversation last night?" Shania asked once they were sat down.
Cayla didn't feel like eating anything. "I've thought about it." She had thought and dreamed about it most of the night. But had no idea how to even pull off something like this without getting caught. Movies made it seem so easy, but then those crime detective shows were an irritating reminder that there was always evidence there no matter how hard you cleaned up after yourself.
"Astara and Regan cheated on last week's algebra exam," Shania offered. "I have proof."
Cayla snorted. "That's boring. I want to do something - bigger."
Shania's eyebrow raised. A frown marred her pretty face as she began toying nervously with a lock of her soft brown hair. "What'd you mean, bigger?"
Cayla shrugged. She scowled as Astara glided in. That bitch was so golden and perfect it was sickening. Even Ardon was now welcome at the popular people's table.
"She has no idea what it's like to be an ordinary person. She wouldn't last for five minutes without her cell phone, or a TV or her friends." Cayla's tone was getting slightly guttural, almost like she was snarling.
"So what are you going to do to make her feel that? I can do some spells - "
Cayla shook her head, a small twisted smile covering her face. "No. We never had this conversation."
"But I thought - it was *my* idea!"
"You're *suggestion*," Cayla said, standing up. "I don't want you involved."
Shania wouldn't understand at the moment that Cayla was doing this for her own good. She'd understand eventually, or maybe she wouldn't.
Whatever. Cayla couldn't do her plan if she had her best friend to worry about. The less Shania knew about this point, the better.
Cayla was in a much better mood that afternoon.
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The following morning Cayla was getting a lot of strange looks from the students she passed by. She didn't understand it. It wasn't like she had done anything wrong. Hell, if anything *she* was the victim here. It wasn't fair that her soulmate wasn't even giving her a chance.
Most of her morning classes Astara Blackthorn's bitchy friends were whispering about her, some even outrageous enough to actually sneer and point at her. The Night People seemed to think it was *funny* that she should suffer like this.
She didn't see Shania until lunch. "Have you thought about our conversation last night?" Shania asked once they were sat down.
Cayla didn't feel like eating anything. "I've thought about it." She had thought and dreamed about it most of the night. But had no idea how to even pull off something like this without getting caught. Movies made it seem so easy, but then those crime detective shows were an irritating reminder that there was always evidence there no matter how hard you cleaned up after yourself.
"Astara and Regan cheated on last week's algebra exam," Shania offered. "I have proof."
Cayla snorted. "That's boring. I want to do something - bigger."
Shania's eyebrow raised. A frown marred her pretty face as she began toying nervously with a lock of her soft brown hair. "What'd you mean, bigger?"
Cayla shrugged. She scowled as Astara glided in. That bitch was so golden and perfect it was sickening. Even Ardon was now welcome at the popular people's table.
"She has no idea what it's like to be an ordinary person. She wouldn't last for five minutes without her cell phone, or a TV or her friends." Cayla's tone was getting slightly guttural, almost like she was snarling.
"So what are you going to do to make her feel that? I can do some spells - "
Cayla shook her head, a small twisted smile covering her face. "No. We never had this conversation."
"But I thought - it was *my* idea!"
"You're *suggestion*," Cayla said, standing up. "I don't want you involved."
Shania wouldn't understand at the moment that Cayla was doing this for her own good. She'd understand eventually, or maybe she wouldn't.
Whatever. Cayla couldn't do her plan if she had her best friend to worry about. The less Shania knew about this point, the better.
Cayla was in a much better mood that afternoon.
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